Chrous

Coming home, coming home, Nevermore to roam; Open wide Thine arms of love, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 1

I've wandered far away from God, Now I'm coming home; The paths of sin too long I've trod, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 2

I've wasted many precious years, Now I'm coming home; I now repent with bitter tears, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 3

I'm tired of sin and straying, Lord, Now I'm coming home; I'll trust Thy love, believe Thy word, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 4

My soul is sick, my heart is sore, Now I'm coming home; My strength renew, my hope restore, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 5

My only hope, my only plea, Now I'm coming home; That Jesus died, and died for me, Lord, I'm coming home.

Verse 6

I need His cleansing blood I know, Now I'm coming home; Oh, wash me whiter than the snow, Lord, I'm coming home.